brooklyn
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The air is cool and inviting The mosquitoes suck at my succulent skin Rejoicing at the soft and limber limbs I possess Streetlights illuminate my smile As I witness a young child snoozing in a stroller
somewhere i can hear her singing still.‘new york i love you but you’re bringing me down’new york is always bringing someone down.someone taking the train to the end of the line
The yang to my yin.The devil on my shoulder that instigates my romantic sins.From the right angle it’s obvious you’re an angel.The glow of your halo more glorious than a rainbow.We both carry our load through thistreacherous and bumpy relationship
Where I’m from
by : Bria Baptiste
I am from the small kitchens
From the soulful sounds of the urban
And the colorful playgrounds
As an immigrant,
my voice was stifled.
Spanish? Unacceptable
English? Complicated
I precariously discovered Hip-Hop culture,
Eminem, Biggie and Pac,
you can only imagine the shock.
I'm not like them
But I mean well
My pockets are empty
My Skin is Black
My Morale is low
But my GPA is high
My hearts full of love
It's growing.
Bigger, nastier, uglier. And it's sore as hell.
I dived head first into a brown bottle, even had ice but, it still continued to swell.
Self medicating, personal antidotes,
Somewhere beyond the rainbow
Beyond where streets are paved in gold
Beyond where freedom’s gospel is quoted in stone
I am lusting after the red melon green lights
making amber on your skin
Coney Island
I just wanna go to Coney Island
I wanna ride the Ferris wheel
With our fingers interlocked
Gazing into each others' eyes
Like they do in the movies
What is the connection
When around the melanin
Feels electric
communication
i feel his pain though he does not speak
i feel her envy though she smiles sweet
They say home is where the heart is
My heart has always been with me
Until that day
Until that moment
I'm a 17 year old girl from Brooklyn.
When I tell people that I don't say it with a smile.
Instead I frown.
I look down at the ground that I walk on everyday
in Brooklyn
I fear for my generation
I was always fascinated by the universe of New York and all the stars that hailed from its solar system but Brooklyn was a bitter taste that was hard to swallow.
brooklyn boys in wifebeaters
who smell like ivory soap
and talk like their dads
go to jersey in the summer to meet girls from the shore
who smell like irish spring
and live on the water
why do I write?
well, why do birds fly?
why do fish swim?
not just because it's an essential method of transportation.
because its an escape
an escape from the deadly locks of their predators
If it weren't for this pen you probably wouldn't even know my name.
It's saved my life so many times
When I thought no one was listening
On those days when I felt like the world was bearing down on my shoulders
“It’s really cold out here”
she uttered in the bitterness
of the Brooklyn night;
and at first it was meant
to be merely a stark statement,
a quiet observation;
something to crack open
